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Джимми Джэм Джимми Джэмамериканский певец в стилях R&B и поп, продюсер

Private Hell

Closer than close - you see yourself -

A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be.

As each day goes by - a little more -

You cant remember - what it was you wanted anyway.

The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space -

Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful,

Is still there but unrecognizable -

Private hell.



The man who you once loved - is bald and fat -

And seldom in - working late as usual.

Your interest has waned - you feel the strain -

The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you -

Close your eyes and think of nothing but -

Private hell.



Think of emma - wonder what shes doing -

Her husband terry - and your grandchildren.

Think of edward - whos still at college -

You send him letters - which he doesnt acknowledge.

cause he dont care,

They dont care.

cause theyre all going through their own - private hell.



The morning slips away - in a valium haze,

And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee.

In the afternoon - the weekly food,

Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street



The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host,

To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy -

A victim of your misery - and private hell



Alone at 6 oclock - you drop a cup -

You see it smash - inside you crack -

You cant go on - but you sweep it up -



Safe at last inside your private hell.

Sanity at last inside your private hell.

Джимми Джэм

Private Hell / Джимми Джэм

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